Biggie
This goes out to you
This goes out to you,
and you, and you, and you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you
Uhh, your reign on the top
was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies,
thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass quick,
fast like Ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada,
fuck Poppa
You got to call me Francis M.H
White, intake light tokes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts,
stay low and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit,
who's next to
Flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
The most shady, (Tell 'em!)
Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where
I may be, may see me in D.C
At Howard Homecoming
with my man Capone, dumbing
Fucking something,
you should know my steelo
Went from ten Gs for blow
to 30 Gs a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the Notorious'
Penis before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us,
we can settle it with the chrome
And metal shit,
I make it hot like a kettle get
You're delicate,
you better get - who sent ya?
You still pedal shit,
I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie (How are you gonna do it?)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa
don't hit me no more (Biggie)
Kick in the door,
waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
On ya mark, get set,
when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get
when you're marked for death
Should I start your breath or
should I let you die
In fear you start to cry,
ask why, lyrically
I'm worshiped, don't front,
the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit,
you herbs get
Stuck quickly for royalties
and show money
Don't forget the publishing,
I punish 'em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them,
I think they got
Cum in them 'cause
they nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like nitro
and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro,
rock diamonds that's sick
Got paid off my flow,
rhyme with my own clique
Take trips to Cairo,
laying with your bitch
I know you praying you was rich,
fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma
Kick in the door,
waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more (Uh,uh,uh)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
This goes out for
those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
Fuck that, why try,
throw bleach in your eye
Now ya brailling it,
snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88
Sold more powder than
Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante
You wanna get on son,
you need to ask me
Ain't no other kings
in this rap thing, they siblings
Nothing but my children,
one shot they disappearing
It's ill when MCs
used to be on cruddy shit
Took home Ready to Die,
listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit,
successful out the blue
They light weight, fragili,
my nine milli
Make the whites shake,
that's why my money never funny
And you still recouping, stupid,
stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid